I have done what I can do. I don't even know where she is hospitalized but I put your description in an urgent email to her sisters (both college age).
I know about aortic aneurysms, my father had one that was repaired in time, but could have been a real mess. Since I haven't been part of this group long, can you tell me the source of your medical knowledge? I decided to pass the word before finding this out, but will share that with them as well if they don't move quickly.
One of my FRiends kids tell her to call me when they have unanswerable questions, because "nully knows everything".
Where I got that particular nugget, I couldn't say. Perhaps in a popular magazine, perhaps in one of 60Gunner's tales from the ER.*
Anyway, it's what pops to mind.
I've learned to go with what pops to mind. One of my friends called me in a panic because her cat just had kittens and she couldn't find them. What popped to mind was a lyric from a song (I hate cats). So I told her: in your bedroom, in the closet, on the left hand side, on the floor, on your husband's pants.
That's exactly where they where.
She says, "HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT???", I replied, "How did you know to call me?"...
Anyway, maybe it's something more benign, but I'd at least check, it's cheap insurance, and as I said I am kinda flukey that way.
*We are way overdue for another tale from the ER...
Busdaddy had “an enlarged heart,” according to his doctor, but was never referred to a cardiologist. He kept having some strange symptoms, and researched them on the ‘net; the conclusion was “heart failure,” and he was sure he was dying.
Of course, he was frightened out of his skin, not to mention what it did to me. He even set about “sorting” his things in the event that he did die.
Finally, one night, he wasn’t feeling “right” and went to a QuikCare facility. They drew arterial blood, called an ambulance and he was admitted to the hospital. His “heart failure” was actually an aortic aneurism 8cm across. He was kept in the hospital for a week while the cardiologists decided how best to operate.
He was told, after surgery, that even if he had been on the operating table, with his chest open, and that aneurism had burst, they couldn’t have saved him.
Horror story, maybe. He is alive to talk about it, but only because he was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired.
To err on the side of caution is often noble, but it can be deadly. Help your friend in any way you can!
My kids. And I’m telling ya. Nully knows everything!
*except for Pop Culture questions. and sometimes he even gets those right.